Page 106 of Junkyard Dog

The scent of her shampoo started to cloud his head. “Godde… So what are we doing here?”

“Getting together?”

He held his arms away from her, gripping the wall and the back of the dinette. “Not if you’re still unsure, we’re not,” he stated, his voice stronger than his resolve.

She released her hold and leaned back, cupping his chin in her hands. “Absolutely certain on my end,” she replied, rising up on her toes and tilting his head to the side.

When her lips hit his throat, his hands flexed. “And if I’m not certain?”

“Then I’ll get a good dose of karma, won’t I?” she whispered, trailing her lips to his ear. “I’ll give you a few days to think about it.”

Screw. That.

She had barely backed away when his arms locked around her and he dove for her lips. “If you’re game, I’m game,” he murmured before slipping his tongue into her mouth, his knees almost buckling when her fingers wove into his hair and she held him to her.

Any finesse he had was drowned out by an intense urgency to be closer to the woman who was roughly shoving his shirt up his stomach with one hand and yanking the neckline down with the other. The snapping of seams was drowned out by his own panting as her tongue moved across his collarbone and her fingers inched their way under the band of his boxers.

“Whoa,” he gasped as she gripped him. “What’s the rush?”

She released him long enough to pull her shirt over her head and toss it onto the sofa. “Time four,” she breathed, biting her lip when he flung his own shirt onto the floor. “I’ll never get bored of this view.”

Backing her up, he gave the counter a quick shake to check how secure it was before he hooked his thumbs in her yoga pants and shoved them down her hips. “You plan on getting this view a lot?” he asked, his fingers grazing her bare skin and sending his lust into overdrive.

“Hell, yes,” she panted, untangling her arms from the cage he’d placed around her and pushing his boxers down. Her foot slid up the back of his leg, her toes hooking into the band of his boxers and pulling them to the floor.

He lifted her onto the counter and glanced down, shaking his head. “Nope. Don’t want to know where you practiced that.” He ducked his head down to kiss her, his heart pounding as her knees parted. “You sure you’re up for crossing into time four territory?” he murmured, kissing his way to her ear.

“We practiced enough for it during time three, didn’t we?” she panted, her head falling back as he pushed inside her. “Oh. Yeah.”

Her legs crossed over his hips, her heels digging into his ass as he pumped into her with excruciating slowness. He locked one hand on to the sink, the other slipping under the cup of her bra. “I have the control of a fucking teenager with you,” he breathed into her ear, running his tongue along the shell when she whimpered in response. “We’re going to need to practice for time five a lot to save my ego.”

She laughed, her center tightening around him.

“Whoa,” he gasped, pulling out of her warmth and sliding his fingers through her folds.

Her hips rocked against his hand while he worked her, his own body thrumming on the cusp as her nails dug into his shoulders.

He dropped his head into the crook of her neck. “You have no idea how often I’ve thought about this,” he muttered, groaning when she trailed one hand up his spine and pulled lightly on his hair. “And that. Fuck.”

Her core started to flutter around his fingers, her breath hitching as he sped up his movements. “Lex… I…” She wrapped one arm around his neck, her hips bucking as he pushed back into her heat.

He gripped her ass as she came, clenching his teeth while he pounded into her.

No way was he going to miss out on this sensation by falling over the cliff himself.

When her thighs finally relaxed their hold on his hips, he released inside her, his own voice sounding miles away as he cursed with the intensity. He was vaguely aware of the sharp tugging of his hair, a move that sent his hips slamming into her as a second wave washed over him.

*

Charlotte combed herfingers through Alex’s hair while his chest heaved, his head buried in her neck. “So you like that, do you?” she asked, grinning when he struggled to push himself up, his eyes glazed and unfocused.

“Uh, yeah.” He looked around the trailer as he straightened, easing her off the counter and using the fridge to balance himself, smirking when he stumbled. “Definitely yes.”

She tugged her yoga pants on and scoured the small living area for her phone.

“What are you doing?” he asked, frowning at her covered legs.

She snatched her cell off the floor, checking for cracks in the screen. “Finding the closest place that does takeout breakfasts,” she stated, punching in her request on her browsing app. When he exhaled loudly, she looked over at him, admiring the view as he pulled his boxers over his slim hips. “Hungry?”

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